Verse One:

I'm writing like I could be living in my last days / you never know when you'll crack a smile at them pearly gates / so everyday is like my last one / devil want the last one / feel it in my city when we bagging one / dead upon arrival / bet they call em' new slave / prolly died cause he wouldn't come off of them chains / you know the gold / when it hangs / gotta you feeling like a king / got em feeling like / higher than ever / here come the rage / of a wild wild nigga / wildstyle niggas / conflict turn crucial when it's pow pow niggas / where is all the fathers & uncles at / when this shit pop / all I see is granny and mothers a few aunts tops / women being men / or being forced to / pennin' to my brothers in prison I hope this force you / to see that every time you say fuck it / we getting fucked / and now it's all prayers, depression and bad luck / and everybody looking for father figures and trust / and can't nobody get it so violence is on the cusp / and violence not the answer / who am I to discuss the issues of broken lives / my parents raised me / my luck was better....I suppose depending on how you see it / police still search me and stop me without reason / all this drama / huh / hope my critics listening / call this shit a classic / and never see this shit again / take me to the lights / and the parties / where the drugs never end / where they sniff a white line off a white model skin / to live that life of luxury I'll trade it all for sins / ends are getting funny / Eddie Murphy the trends / partying with models some I wanna get a taste of / toast to the lust and see what the sex made of / crazy what you gotta contend with to live a dream / the feeling of finer things / evils come in between / all the reason why I rap it's the feeling I get / black lives really matter / Crowning the melanin / keep my generations omitted from all this struggling / turning to the products they give us from all this smuggling / life is still a bitch / and I'm tired being the son it / poised to raise hell like 2pacalypse for a mothership / feeling Nat Turner / with gold burners / mass murders we ride tho.. / I fantasized bout this back in Chicago..

Chorus One:

I fantasized bout this back in Chicago (Repeat 4x)